Rather like my issue with Magma, although this one doesn't involve Mike Myers, I struggle with the name. I do. I giggle like a schoolgirl, although a tad more subdued this time. Why? Vom. Come on, think about it, VOM! People vom when they've had too much tequila or a pâté that doesn't agree with them. Projectile vom. Brightly coloured vom. I'll stop now in case you're eating something, but adding a 'fass' to the end of the name just makes it seem all the funnier.
I've got a weird sense of humour, haven't I. Only the other day I was doubled over in hysterics at the obese amusingly clothed cat in Anger Management.
Back to Vom Fass (snark) now, and it might actually be useful for me to tell you a little about it. This is the perfect place if you want that special little gift for the food enthusiast in your life, the ones who can knock gourmet meals out of the simplest of ingredients. We all have one in our lives, mine is my sis-in-law's husband. There are cooking oils aplenty, every kind you can think of in fact. If like me you've been stuck for ingredients after browsing through the Wagamama cookbook or something, this is where to get those nut oils and rice vinegars and what-not. But if you're feeling less creative and more celebratory, there's BOOZE! (To be said in Richard E Grant's voice à la Withnail and I.) Creamy liqueurs such as chocolate, tiramisu and truffle, fruity numbers with cinnamon or marzipan flavourings, and actual varieties of amaretto. VARIETIES.
Oh dear lord. That doesn't bode well for me.
Located conveniently in Selfridges Food Hall, it fits in with its lavish surroundings by offering unusual items like grappa (which I hear is pure amazement in a bottle) and that naughty champers Gold Cuvee in a variety of flavours. If you want to surprise one of the affluents in your life with something different, it might be best to treat them here. Just save up all year like I'm doing, otherwise you could go into cardiac arrest when looking at the pricetags. read more